Gemini of Emreiana Read Free Page B

knocked and waited for a second before entering.
    I sat on the brown leather love seat. The house was enormous, but I didn't dare to wander from that spot. Kyle's father got agitated when he had guests wandering on their own. I looked at the pictures on the wall of the family. I always found myself looking at the family photo hanging above the fireplace. Kyle was sitting in a chair. His mother, with long dark hair and pale skin, smiled weakly and placed one hand on Kyle's left shoulder. Then his father, not smiling or even frowning, had one hand on Kyle's right shoulder. The family never looked happy in their photos together. It always looked staged and cold.
    My attention broke when I started to hear Kyle yelling in the office. What was going on? I stayed quiet to see if I could hear any words to give me a clue; everything was muffled by the door.
    The yelling continued for about five more minutes before the door finally swung open. I stood up quickly. Kyle emerged from the room and stomped across the room, never looking back. He grabbed my arm and dragged me along with him out the front door.
    "What's wrong?" I asked, pulling my arm back. I tried not to show the pain from my arm in my face.
    "Nothing, let me take you home."
    He opened up the passenger door and grabbed my arm again, pulling me into the car. After he shut the door, he stormed to the driver’s side and got in the car. He cranked it and took in some air.
    "I'm sorry." He released his breath.
    "What's wrong?"
    "It's nothing that I can talk to you about right now, so please don't ask." He turned and looked at me, pained.
    I nodded. Then, he leaned over and gave me a kiss.
    The rest of the car ride home was quiet. I didn't know what to say, and I didn't want to upset him. He was tense the whole time. Somehow, I could tell he wanted to tell me. I didn't know why he kept it to himself, but I didn’t pursue it.
    We pulled into the curved driveway that complemented the small cottage styled home my aunt and I lived in. Vines, with beautiful flowers, accented the creases of the house, and the garden was just as vibrant as ever. Aunt Trish loved her plants; one time I even caught her talking to them! She was a bit outlandish, so I wasn't too surprised.
    I leaned in and gave Kyle a quick kiss and then I reached into the back for my bag. Before I could slide out of the seat, Kyle grabbed my hand.
    "Hey, we’re all going up to the Star House Coffee tonight. Do you want to come?" He asked me. Of course, I wanted to go. Our group of friends were regulars there; the cashiers didn't even have to ask us what we wanted anymore. Of course, I did have a lot of school work to do, not to mention the valedictorian speech.
    "I have a lot of school work tonight, but I will call you later and let you know. Okay?" I gave him my best answer.
    "Okay. We are meeting at nine so just call or text." He pulled on my arm bringing me into one last kiss. "I love you."
    "I love you, too." I slid out of the seat and shut the door.
    Walking into the house, I could hear Trish in the kitchen searching through some pots and pans to cook dinner.
    "Aunt Trish?" I called out to her. Ever since I was an infant it had just been the two of us. My parents died in a car accident, so I never got to know them. Strangely enough, Trish didn’t even have any pictures of them. However, she raised me the best she could on her own. Running her plant business, she was able to provide for the both of us quite well.
    "I'm in the kitchen dear."
    "I hear that," I said walking into the yellow painted room, accented with greens and reds. "I think I am going to go to the Star House Coffee tonight. Cheap Thrill Deville is supposed to be playing."
    "We will talk about that after dinner." I saw Trish as I rounded the corner.
    I could see her butt hanging in the air as she rummaged through the pots in the bottom cabinet. She never once raised her head, though I'm sure her dark auburn hair was all in a mess as always. The pots